Sunday, August 30, 2015

About 225 miles to the south of Myrtle Beach, Melody Baker was purchasing a train ticket to Los Angeles over the Internet. Two days prior, the twenty-four year old had graduated from college in Savannah, and was leaving for an internship at a movie studio in L.A.

She thought back to her friends and the ceremony two nights before. She had photos in her phone of the four of them standing in a semi circle, arms linked, matching blue caps and gowns. They were all smiling ear-to-ear; they had finally done it! They went into university and came out the other side relatively unscathed.

Melody had left the after party, hosted at one of the hotels on Tybee Island Beach. She had taken off her sandals and slogged through the sand, stopping just this side of the line where the tide met the beach. Taking a deep breath and staring out into the dark pink and orange sky, Melody had gone a few steps further, and then a few more, until she was standing calf-deep in salt water.

The salty spray of the vast Atlantic was gentle on her cheeks, and she let her mind drift back and forth through the last four years of her life. Melody pondered all that she had been through during her years at college, both the good and the bad.

Melody sighed again, bringing herself back to the present. A week ago she had received a phone call from a very prestigious film studio in Los Angeles. Her mother, Jodi had been so excited for her. That is, until she reminded Melody that it was an internship, and not a good paying one either. In fact, it would be minimum wage for the first year. If Melody survived the first year, then the studio might hired her on permanently. Jodi reminded her several times over the last week that it was a pretty big “if”.

After a lot of soul-searching and thinking, and not a few arguments with her well-meaning friends who wanted her to stay local, Melody decided that it was the opportunity of a life time. Even if she wasn’t kept on after a year, she would have an amazing resume to show for her effort, and that had to be worth something, right?

Melody would miss Jake, that much was for sure. He had been her best friend since fourth grade after all. He had majored in art in college and was going to be interning at a graphics design company in Savannah. Larissa and Mya both graduated with degrees in paralegal studies and minors in businesses. They had been friends for most of their lives and were planning on moving in together once they both found jobs.

Melody was the only one leaving. She had envisioned the four of them bursting out the front doors of the university and skipping arm in arm towards their destinies outside of the town they had all grown up in. Sadly she realized it wasn’t meant to be. She didn’t know why the urge to leave Georgia had been growing in her belly over the last year and a half. It had nothing to do with Billy, she knew that much.

Everything felt so small, and just felt smaller with each passing day until she felt she had to break out of the confines of her comfort zone or go crazy.

There just weren’t any real film jobs to be had, and Melody didn’t want to settle for working at the local news station.

She wondered briefly where her father was right now. It would have been nice, she thought, to talk to him about her choice. To get his opinion on it, and the benefit of his life experience. Jodi was no help; she had been born and raised in Savannah and had never even ventured outside the borders of her home state to see the rest of the world. As excited as she was for her one and only daughter, Jodi felt compelled to remind Melody that she wouldn’t be able to afford to pay for a lot of her living expenses once she moved. Jodi hoped that would convince Melody to stay.

“Don’t worry, Mom,” Melody said lightly, not showing any fear. “I can live pretty frugally. I ate ramen and ninety-nine cent tacos for the last four years. Besides, I will probably look for a roommate when I get there and that will cut some of my expenses, too.”

After printing the train ticket and tucking it safely into her purse, Melody walked to the bus stop and spent the ride to the local coffee shop where she was meeting Jake. As the bus swayed its way through downtown traffic, Melody was making a mental list of what she would need to do in the next two days to prepare for her move.

The bus pulled to a stop outside of The Leaf & Bean and Melody slung her purse over her shoulder before disembarking. Jake was already inside saving a table for the both of them when she walked into the cool air-conditioned cafe. She waved at him and went to the counter to order her usual Turtle Mocha with a double shot of espresso before taking a sea. Jake was nursing a concoction called The Eye Opener: four shots of espresso in dark roast coffee, two sugars.

“How’s life as a college graduate?” Jake asked, brushing a strand of his platinum-dyed hair out of one blue eye.

Melody shrugged. “It’s okay. Look, I asked you here because there’s something important I need to tell you. I should have asked Larissa and Tammy to be here too, but I wanted to tell you first.”

Jake leaned forward in his chair and took a long pull of his hot beverage. “What is it, Princess?” He had called Melody “Princess” since they were in seventh grade. There had been at a school dance, and Melody’s mother Jodi had decided that she needed a tiara to complete her vintage look. When Melody walked into the auditorium where the dance was being held, Jake had bowed and call her Royal Highness.

Melody sighed and let it out in a rush, “I got an offer for an internship and I couldn’t decide if I should take it or not because it means leaving home and I didn’t know if I was ready for that, but then I thought ‘why not?’ I need to spread my wings a little bit and so I decided to accept.” She stopped, as she had run out of oxygen and needed to take a big breath.

Jake sat back in his chair, eyes wide and stunned. “You’re leaving us?” His eyes changed from stunned to confused to sad in the space of a few seconds.

Melody just nodded. “Yeah. It’s a really great internship with a film studio in Los Angeles. It would really, really, help my career and my resume to accept.”

“But aren’t there film jobs you can do here in Savannah?” Jake asked, a little more petulantly than he had intended.

“Well, yeah,” Melody began, “But all we have here are television stations and that’s not really what I wanted for my life.”

“So what? Now little ol’ Savannah, Georgia just isn’t good enough for her Royal Highness Melody Baker?” Jake’s eyes were angry and hurt.

Melody knew his feelings were hurt and that he really didn’t mean what he’d just said. She could take a deep breath and let it out slowly and not rise to the bait. “Jake,” she said softly instead. “If I take this internship, then they might hire me on permanently after a year. I have the potential to be making movies in Hollywood for Heaven sake.”

“And if they don’t hire you on permanently after paying you a pittance for a year?” Jake’s arms were crossed over his chest now.

Melody shrugged. “Then I don’t know. I come back to Savannah and get a job that’s more local. I had hoped you would be happy for me, Jake. This is a huge opportunity.”

“Whatever. All I know is that my best friend in the whole world is leaving me for some bullshit internship in California. All the way across the country.”

Melody took another deep breath and looked Jake directly in the eyes. “If you had said you were going to New York to be an artist I would be happy for you, Jake. I would be sad, yes, but ultimately I would be happy for you. I would want you to follow your dreams, even if that meant you had to leave the only place you’ve lived your entire life.” Melody stood up before the tears pooling in her eyes had a chance to fall.

After scooping up her purse and drink, she walked out of The Leaf & Bean and stalked down the avenue, texting Larissa to pick her up at the college library when she was free as there was something she had to tell her and Tammy.

“Might as well get it all over with,” she said aloud to nobody. She wasn’t looking forward to it, especially if they reacted anything like Jake had. She could only hope that Jake would come around in the next couple of days before she had to leave. Melody didn’t want to leave Savannah without saying goodbye to her best friend.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Adina Carroll stood on the roof of her parents Spanish style home and admired the view. Her parents had bought the house in Myrtle Beach just a block from the ocean the year they were married. Adina had grown up running the streets of Myrtle Beach with her friends, and ruling the eponymous beach itself during summer vacations with her two best friends.

Now, at nineteen, Adina found herself with a tough decision to make. Over the years she had often found herself on the flat roof of the three-story house, with its wrought iron railing and chaise lounges. Anytime she needed to be alone or make a life-changing decision, she found solace on the roof. The evening streets of the town were dotted by the headlights and taillights of traffic and she watched them traveling back and forth on the main drag. Downtown was in full Friday Night Mode.

Adina could hear the music spilling out of one of the night clubs two blocks away. Her two besties Charity and Jessica had invited her to go out dancing with them, but she’d declined, instead choosing to retreat to her favorite place to think about her future and what lay ahead. A brochure rested on the lounge next to her; a brightly colored pamphlet for the University of Santa Barbara in California. There were five smiling young adults on the cover, all from different backgrounds. See how culturally diverse we are? it screamed. Adina hid the pamphlet from her parents, knowing how they would react.

“Oh, Adina,” her mother would say in that disappointed way she had. “Why do you need to go all the way to California? You’re going to attend Coastal Carolina like your father and I did.”

Her father would nod quietly, pipe hanging out of his mouth, blue smoke curling into the air. Charles never disagreed with Lauren when it came to their daughter’s education. Lauren had clear cut ideas about the life her child would lead from the minute she discovered she was pregnant. Her entire life since then had revolved around Adina, and Adina’s future. Anytime her daughter did anything to upset those carefully laid plans, Lauren’s hackles would be up and a fight would break out.

Adina sighed and stood up from the red cushioned lounge she was sitting on and walked to the four-foot iron railing that enclosed the roof, taking the brochure with her. There was a barbecue grill in one corner and an outdoor rug in the center of a seating arrangement. Occasionally the Carroll’s entertained up there, as their backyard was in the postage stamp style. She opened the brochure again which outlined a course of study in art. Art was her real passion. Adina’s bedroom walls were covered in her own original artwork and that of a long distance friend of her in Goleta Beach which wasn’t too far from Santa Barbara.

Her mother saw it as a hobby, a pastime, and nothing more. Lauren had decided that Adina would study Marine Science since they were right on the ocean, and become a Marine Biologist. Nevermind the fact that Adina had shown exactly zero aptitude or interest in Marine Biology beyond the usual fascination most people have with marine mammals.

Adina watched people walking in and out of the night clubs that lined the downtown streets and wondered about their lives. Did they have parents who were disappointed by the choices they made? What did they want for themselves? What were their hopes and dreams? She spotted one couple, two men, holding hands and walking into one of the more exclusive clubs as if they didn’t have a care in the world. She couldn’t see their faces from where she stood, but their walk was one of confidence, their strides matching one another as if they were in fact one being.

She wondered if she would ever have that for herself. It was a source of endless frustration to her that her mother never seemed to take her wishes, her hopes and dreams into consideration when making decisions about her future. Many an evening had ended in one or the other giving the silent treatment. Both had in their respective turns been the victim and the aggressor. Eventually as she got older, Adina decided it was easier to just let her mother thing she had won for the time being. She had no plans to go to Coastal Carolina, however, or even stay in Myrtle Beach while she went to college.

Adina decided that it was time for her to spread her wings and get a taste of the real world. She was never going to get that in the Carroll household. Her parents hadn’t even let her go out of state with Charity and Jessica on Spring Breaks, instead taking her to various time shares they owned around the country. Spending Spring Break with her parents was not her idea of fun. It usually involved being left to her own devices at whatever resort they were staying at while her parents played golf with old friends and went to elegant restaurants at night.

Decision made, Adina walked confidently down the stairs attached to the back of the house which served as both ingress and egress for the roof. The stairs stopped at two balconies on the back of the house which offered access to the second and third floors. Adina’s room was on the third floor, so she entered the house through the double doors and shut herself in her room with the

letter of acceptance for the Fall Semester at University of Santa Barbara. She would figure out how to deal with her parents later.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Hello readers! I've decided to post my revised Chapter 2 here on my blog for your reading enjoyment.
I probably won't post too many of these chapters since they are technically *eye roll* considered "published", and I don't want to "publish" myself out of being able to get an agent to represent me...so this is more of a teaser really.

Enjoy!

Also - ignore any weird formatting. Blogger does not like copy/paste.

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Back at Gloria’s
house, she and Lori kicked off their shoes. While Lori made herself
comfortable on the sectional sofa in the living room, Gloria poured
them each a glass of ice water, garnishing it with slices of
cucumber. She hauled the box off of the kitchen counter and pulled a
dishtowel out of one of the drawers. Carrying the box and towel under
one arm and a glass in each hand, she made her way to the living
room.

Lori took a pull of
the ice water and then shoved the cucumber slice down past the ice
cubes where it would flavor the water. Gloria, meanwhile, was
situating the box and towel on top of her coffee table.

“We might need a
screw driver or something to pry that open,” said Lori. “It does
look pretty swollen.”

Gloria nodded. “I
have one in the kitchen. Be right back.” She produced a flat head
screw driver out of the junk drawer next to the stove and returned to
the living room.

After assessing the
box momentarily, she decided to pry the hardware off of the box
first. The hinges were so rusty that they came away after only a
moment of work.

“I see a little nick
in the wood on this side of the box.” Lori pointed at a small spot
where a chunk of wood was missing. “Maybe you can slide the screw
driver in there and get some leverage.”

“Hopefully the damn
thing won’t fall apart on us. I’d like to keep it as intact as
possible,” Gloria replied. She worked screw driver into the small
space and gently pushed it in a bit, giving it a gentle twist. It
didn’t budge.

Lori held the box and
tried to pull it open while Gloria attempted to pry the end again.
Nothing happened.

“I’m going to get
a hammer and see if we can sort of chisel it open.” Gloria returned
after a moment with a hammer. While Lori held the box steady against
the table again, Gloria wedge the screwdriver into the nick in the
wood and lightly tapped with the hammer. The screwdriver went in a
little ways. She pulled it out and repeated the exercise in two more
spots. Then she carefully levered the screwdriver into one of the
holes she had made and wiggled it up and down. Finally, the box
opened with a wet sound.

“The damage couldn’t
be helped,” said Lori. “It just didn’t want to come off of
there.”

Both women were
surprised to see the things inside of the box had been carefully
placed in plastic bags and sealed with clear tape.

“Whoever buried this
box must have known there was a good chance it would stay buried for
a long, long time,” Gloria said. “I’m going to get a notebook
and make an inventory of what’s inside each bag so we can keep it
all separated and organized.”

“Good idea,” Lori
agreed. “It looks like things are grouped in some way.” Then she
looked at her watch. “My date is at six, so I can stay a while
longer before I have to go get ready.”

Lori nodded. “Yeah
it was a fix up. I already regret that I agreed to it, because blind
dates never work out for me.”

“And yet you
continue to try and fix me up,” Gloria said with a smirk.

Lori stuck her tongue
out at her best friend and laughed. Gloria pulled the first bag out
of the box. Sliding a finger under the tape, it came away from the
plastic easily. She upended the bag and out slid a blue book. It
appeared to a journal; a fact that was confirmed a moment later when
she opened the well-preserved cover and read the inscription on the
flyleaf.

For Lena. The best
big sister a girl could ask for. Happy birthday.

The edges of the pages
had, at one time been covered with gold foil. It had worn away in
places however. Gloria turned a few more pages and skimmed the
content. The entries, with their inconsistent dates, seemed to be
explaining the rest of the contents of the box. At this early point
however it was unclear how it all fit together. Gloria wrote it in
the inventory and handed it to Lori, who leafed through it gently.

She pulled a few more
baggies out of the box and spread them out. Each of them contained
photographs. Gloria opened each of them and took the pictures out,
spreading them out on the table. There was a definite theme to each
bag of pictures. One was of a birthday party at a roller skating
rink. Gloria could see three girls and a boy smiling into the camera
over a cake. In another picture, the same four kids wearing quad
style roller skates and party hats.

“It looks like a lot
of photos,” Lori observed.

Gloria nodded. “Yeah.
A time capsule maybe? What else would all the pictures be for?”

“What are those?”
Lori reached into the bottom of the box where brightly colored paper
rested. “These look like Career Day-style fliers. Like the ones you
and I got in junior high.”

“And promptly turned
into origami flowers,” Gloria laughed. She made a note of the
fliers and Lori set them aside in favor of leafing through the
journal again.

“The journal appears
to have a bunch of entries. Some regular, personal entries,” Lori
said, “and some that look like a catalog of items.”

“Maybe some of them
go with the pictures?” Gloria offered. Lori shrugged a maybe in
response.

The second bag
contained pictures of a house. Gloria looked at the exterior shot and
didn’t recognize the house, but saw the house number. It was a
corner lot in a location she was vaguely familiar with. The street
signs were situated in one corner of the picture. She instinctively
turned the photo over and saw the address was written in neat block
lettering on the back. 605 Third Ave SE.

“I think I recognize
this corner. If I’m not mistaken it sort of looks like the
neighborhood my grandmother used to live in,” Gloria said.

Lori looked over her
shoulder at the photos. “Hmm. I wonder what the pictures of the
house are about.”

Reaching for the third
set of photos, Gloria knocked the box off of the edge of the coffee
table where it had been resting.

“Shit,” she
exclaimed reaching for the spilled pile of things that had tumbled
forth. Something small caught a glint of the lamplight and rolled
under the couch. Gloria finished putting everything back in the box
and gathered the photos back into their respective bags.

“What’s this?”
she asked aloud, digging around under the couch until her hand closed
on something small. Small, oblong, and hard. It had an opening at one
end. She pulled it out slowly, not wanting to believe what her mind
had automatically clicked on as the object had caught her eye to
begin with.

“Oh my god,” she
said under her breath. She dropped the thing into the box and
recoiled.

“What is it?” Lori
asked, excitedly.

“A-a bullet,”
Gloria stammerd

“A what now?” Lori
couldn’t believe her ears. She peered into the box where Gloria had
reflexively tossed it the thing.

“A spent bullet
casing,” Gloria repeated, “A small one. It rolled under the couch
when I knocked the box off of the table.”

“Holy shit,” Lori
exclaimed, eyes wide. “What the hell do you think that’s in there
for?”

“I have no idea,”
Gloria stammered. “Should we call the police?” She scooted back
slightly, a little further from the box. Some of her excitement at
finding it had drained away all of a sudden.

“Well, let’s just
calm down and think,” Lori said in an even voice.

“What is there to
think about?” Gloria’s voice started raising a notch. “Don’t
we have to tell someone?”

Lori made an ‘iffy’
face. “What will we tell them, though? Think about it, Gloria. You
found a box that has been buried for goodness knows how long, and a
spent bullet just means that someone, at some point, fired a gun.
That in and of itself is not illegal, right?”

Gloria took a deep
breath and blew it out, forcing herself to calm down. She had to
admit that her best friend had a point. “I guess you’re right. I
just panicked. I was expecting to find some sweet teenager’s time
capsule and out pops a bullet.”

“I know. It made me
nervous for a minute too. Talk about a rude awakening!” Lori tried
to laugh it off.

Gloria used a napkin
from her kitchen table to tuck the casing into a separate plastic
bag. Just in case. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to look at
anything else in the box after that scare.

“Let’s just see
what other little surprises are in the box, shall we?” Lori said as
she pulled everything, but the wrapped casing out of the box again.

Gloria turned her
attention to the contents of the plastic bag on top of the pile Lori
had just created. “Hey, wait,” she said, picking it up and
opening it. She arranged the four photos on the coffee table and
excitedly pointed to the shot of the front door.

“That’s
this house,” she
said.

Lori looked at it. “Oh
my, God you’re right!”

The first was an
exterior shot. The back of the photo had the date 1979 on it. The
house in the photo was white with green shutters and the porch was
just a set of concrete steps leading to the front door. There were
small garden spaces on each side of the steps filled with beds of
tulips in a riot of colors. The other pictures were of the interior
of the house: the master bedroom, guest bedroom, and a shot of
someone sitting on the couch in the living room.

“It looks similar
but very different than the current house,” Gloria said, marveling
at the changes that had been wrought over the house since the 1978.
The exterior was now a pale, buttery yellow with white trim and
shutters. A proper porch had been built on as well, eradicating the
lovely tulip beds.

“It’s like looking
at a ghost from the past in a way,” Lori breathed. “You can see,
just around the edges that it’s the same house, but in a way it’s
a completely different house, too, since everyone who has lived here
since the photos were taken have left a little bit of themselves
behind.”

“I would have loved
to have a nice bed of flowers in the front yard like these,” Gloria
said wistfully. Oh well, she thought. Maybe a remodel project in the
next few years could put it back the way it had once been.

As Gloria was putting
the pictures back in the box, Lori was pulling a yellowed piece of
old newspaper out of the file.

“Look that this,”
Lori said, tapping Gloria’s shoulder. It was an obituary for a
teenager named Toby Grantham. It was dated August 12, 1978. According
to the obit he had died unexpectedly at the age of sixteen. Gloria
sighed sadly. She always hated reading about young people who died.
It was just so unfair, she thought. There were so many monsters in
the world who didn’t deserve the lives they had. Why did the lives
of the innocent have to suffer?

After making a careful
list of what she had looked at so far, Gloria decided to set it aside
for the time being. Looking at the clock she realized that Lori and
she had been looking at the box for about two hours.

“I think I’m going
to set this aside for a little while and absorb what we’ve looked
at so far,” she said to her friend.

Lori stood and
stretched. “Good idea,” she agreed. “I should be moving a long
anyway. I want to do my hair up and pick out a nice outfit for my
date tonight.

“Who dates on a work
night, anyway?” Gloria asked.

“I do. Lot’s of
people do. Everyone but you does, Gloria.” Lori punched her friend
lightly on the shoulder. “Someday I am going to hook you up with
the best guy in the whole world.”

“Oh, is Nathan
Fillion single?” Gloria asked hopefully.

Lori snorted. “I
don’t think you could handle all that awesome, dear.”

“I would dearly love
to try though!”

Gloria spent some time
reading before dinner, making her way through Anne Rice’s Vampire
Chronicles for the fourth or fifth time in her life.

***

After six that
evening, Gloria fixed herself a simple dinner of a baked potato and
small spinach salad with bacon dressing. She poured a glass of her
favorite Moscato D’Asti and settled at the kitchen table to eat.

She wondered how
Lori’s date was going and began to dwell on how woefully
under-dated she was. Gloria hadn’t been on a date in almost a year.
There had been an occasional evening of beneficial friendship with a
former co-worker from another company she had worked for, but it
wasn’t going to go anywhere serious.

A little after seven,
Gloria’s phone rang. It was Lori.

“Hey, Lori,” she
said, confused. “I didn’t think I’d hear from you until at
least midnight.”

Lori laughed bitterly.
“Man he was an asshole,” she began. “He took me to the Top of
the Five for starters.”

“Swanky,” was
Gloria’s reply.

“Yeah, so then the
check comes and what does he say? He says to the waitress, ‘Oh, can
you split this please?’.”Lori snorted derisively.

“Wow. He could have
said something at the beginning so you’d know what you were in
for.”

“No
shit. And he could have told me before he
decided on his own where we were having dinner. So anyway we pay our
bills and head out to the Avenue. We go to that little trail by the
river that leads to the train bridge.”

Gloria made noises to
let her friend know she was listening.

“Then he pulls out
his phone while we’re walking and starts texting someone. Who the
hell texts on a first date, anyway? I ask you.” Lori let out an
exasperated sigh. “After we get to the train bridge we’re sitting
there and he puts his hand on my boob.”

Gloria sat up
straight. “He what? On a first date? What the hell?” She was
horrified at the thought of some animal pawing at her friend like
that.

“I know, right?! So
I push his hand away and ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing
and he comes back with this line about how he took me to a nice
restaurant so he thinks I owe him something. I said no, of course. I
don’t do that on a first date.”

“You’re a good
girl, Lori.”

“He got a little bit
pushy then, kept trying to get me to kiss him and whatever. The last
straw was when he tried to slide his hand up my skirt.”

“You punched him
right?”

“Better. I pushed
him into the river.”

Gloria let out a
riotous laugh. “Good girl.”

“Maybe the cold
water cooled him down some. Thank goodness he doesn’t know where I
live. I had him pick me up somewhere else.”

“Sounds like an
interesting evening. It’s tales of woe like this one that makes me
slightly glad I”m single. Who set you up with that bozo anyway?”
Gloria asked.

“DeAnna Smithers.
You remember her? From one of those parties that D’Arique throws. I
met her a few months back and she was telling me about this guy. So I
finally decide to go for it. I think blind dating is overrated. I
probably won’t do it again,” Lori said in a bored voice. Then she
perked up. “Have you gone through the box any more?”

“No. I’ve been
reading and stuffing my face,” Gloria replied. “I am itching to
get another look at it and see what else is in there, though, so
after we get off the phone I might go through it some more.

The two girls rung off
and promised to talk in the morning.

After washing her
dinner dishes, Gloria went back to the wooden box and pulled out some
more baggies of photographs. The first bag of photos she pulled out
were shots of people inside what appeared to be a shopping mall. The
photos were all of the same three people in various poses. One showed
them around a fountain, which no longer existed to Gloria’s
recollection. The fountain, which had taken up a central spot at the
main entrance at one end of the mall had been torn out when she was
in college, and replaced by a huge planter full of greenery,
surrounded by benches.

Another photograph was
of the three teens outside one of the main entrances. The third
showed them coming down an escalator, with large sunglasses, looking
for all the world like a group of young movie stars. The final photo
was a tightly huddled group, with a fourth person, presumably the
photographer of the other three photos. She was holding the camera at
arms length, pointing it at the four of them, three still wearing
their movie star glasses. All smiling.

Checking the clock on
the dining room wall, she realized it was after nine in the evening.
She reluctantly put everything back where it belonged except for the
obituary and the diary, and tucked it all back into the wooden box,
which had by this time dried out and was no longer such a muddy, wet
mess. Gloria wrapped a fresh dry towel around it anyway, and left it
on the coffee table. She put the dirty towels into the laundry hamper
at the back of the house and switched her wet laundry to the drier so
it wouldn’t sour over night.

Gloria tucked the
diary and the obit into her purse so she could take them to work the
next day. Couldn’t hurt to do a little reading and research during
her down time. She had decided that she was going to take Lori’s
advice and try to track down the original owner of the box. It would
be like her own little adventure. Gloria could tell that the teak box
had once been very lovely and was curious about the teenager who
would bury such a beautiful thing. Why not use a Folger’s can or a
cheap box from Woolworth’s? Why this one? Why these photos? Of
course, she was still concerned about the bullet and what it meant in
the context of the rest of the box. She hoped that mystery would
clear itself up in the course of things.

After getting ready
for bed, Gloria sat up crocheting for a little while to relax
herself. She discovered years ago that meditation and crochet were
extraordinary relaxation methods and she often did one or the other
when she was stressed or needed to unwind. Soon after ten, Gloria
turned out her bedside lamp and went to sleep, wondering where the
mysteries of the little teak box would lead her.